Tuesday, January 30, 2007

there is something to be said about perseverance and doing that which feels "good". and i will say this: when it comes to snowing around on mountainous jewels of ice i choose to ski, not snowboard. it may be the way in which one feels composed upon two skis with two poles, like a strong and confident praying mantis, or the divine music of swish, or the savoring of air at crackling speed that bring my heart such joy. yet, nearly half of the mountain population are on snowboards! and so, i gave the board and her cohort of bangs and spills and wipe-outs a shot. yup, i am most definitely a ski girl, not a boardy.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The Bull

The oldest bull crossed the day.
His legs scratched the planet.
He continued, traveling to where the sea lives.
He reached the shore, the oldest bull.
On the edge of time, the ocean.
He closed his eyes and grass covered him.
He breathed the whole green distance.
And silence built the rest.

-Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Sunday, January 14, 2007

"Perpetual inspiration is as necessary to the life of goodness, holiness and happiness as perpetual respiration is necessary to animal life."

-William Law

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Traveling can be a bitch. and it can also be fun, rewarding and filled with unexpected gifts- like seeing our loved ones all grown up, sharing a sacred moment with a blood relative, or just in-joying the slight change in climate. In the last few weeks i have traveled from the tops of the West coast down to its seemingly sensuous seams at the bottom; from the sparkling lakeside of Northwest into the hot breathing hills of California- and what did i learn? what a New Years eve is like sober. Thank Goodness for Growth! now, with much excitement, i present Charlie Balcom- just a lil' more grown up...

Thursday, January 04, 2007

There are a million ways to sweep: rushed and sloppy, short with quick efficiency, grand sweeps with an eloquent back swing, a sneak attack...all great lifetime metephors. Today the sweep was exhilarating, meaningful and poetic...i half smiled as dust-made masterpieces graced the floor; light and space settled into a fresh and dazzled awareness.. and yet again, i am humbled to return to the practice. That's the thing- sometimes the mundane is mind-blowing and the simple a symphony.